Realm of Power

Dunyinwangluo. Commander Mad Wu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped and waved his arms like a bunch of strings. He shouted to the trebuchet behind him, "Quick! Sixteen degrees eight to the left, nine degrees six to the vertical!"

Dylan Skuse is under everyone's weird gaze. A jump sits right in the slinger's position. This move is as skillful as if it has been practiced countless times

"Hiss." The faces of the slingers who looked at fools just now changed slightly, and the eyes they looked at Dylan Skuse changed slightly. In fact, this action has a nice name among the slingers.

"Ricochet."

Because the front end of the trebuchet is the most dangerous side. There is a possibility of being injured by the swinging trebuchet bar at any time, so when shouting out the degree, veterans will quickly avoid the moving trebuchet and carry it horizontally. The crazy commander's skillful jumping is not something that a novice can do. He is even more skilled than many veterans.

Dylan Skuse is in no mood for any of this. The small black dot in the distance was fixed at one point, as if it was mobilizing before the war, but it was his perfect opportunity. "Tighten it up!" Dylan Skuse shouted, and more than a dozen winchmen pulled at the same time.

"Shoot!" Dylan Skuse yelled, and the sharp ax in his hand cut off the rope holding the winch with the wind. "Crash!" The entire frame of the trebuchet was shaking, and a huge roar pierced everyone's eardrums. Painful, a stone bullet turned into a phantom. Flying into the air in an instant, the harsh sound of breaking through the air made all those watching the excitement turn pale.

They never thought that an ordinary trebuchet could have such terrifying power! At this time, they remembered the word "Roar!" The trebuchet, which had always fired dullly, actually emitted such a terrifying roar. This was completely beyond their understanding. The son of the sea, Dylan Skuse's famous stunt "Trebuchet" The rant “shocked everyone.

Talmadge didn't know that he was in danger yet. He stopped in front of the team with a confident face, and his sharp eyes swept across the Myridian cavalry queue in front of him. This was the Silen squadron that was about to charge at the front. , the elite mail armor shines in the morning light , each cavalryman has an enhanced compound bow inserted in the weapon slot, and each war horse is also equipped with a bag containing explosive bombs. As long as they rush into the Wikiya army formation, the cavalrymen can throw the bag into it. , drive out the Vekians inside.

Like Hu Xue's squadron, this unit is an assault cavalry mainly composed of archers, but it is more sophisticated in equipment. They are the main light cavalry in combat. Naturally, they are not comparable to the light cavalry candidates like Hu Xue's squadron. For Hu Xue's squadron, The news of the annihilation of the Snow Squadron had already spread throughout the Eighth Knights. All the cavalrymen were holding back their blood and vowed to kill all the Vekians on the slope defense line.

This time Talmadge placed the troops at the head of the queue. I just hope that I can rely on the light assault power of this cavalry to throw the explosive bombs obtained from the Fifth Knights into the Wikiya army formation as quickly as possible. As long as the explosive bombs burn those hateful fences, the main force of my cavalry will be gone. It can completely turn the Vecians into mincemeat without any effort.

"Are you afraid of the Vecians?" Little Talmadge shouted loudly. The knight's command sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the air. The inspired Myridian cavalry were excited and shouted "We must win!" Must win! Must win! "

"Very good! Then crush them with your iron hooves." Talmadge nodded with satisfaction. He reined in his horse and moved forward a few times, but this time, he found that the Miao Erdian cavalry on the opposite side did not answer him, but there was a burst of confusion, and a violent roar sounded above his head.

"Boom!" A huge stone bullet passed over Talmadge's head with the sound of wind. The strong wind pressure made the horse under his crotch neigh in panic. Before Talmadge could react, there was a "crack" sound all over his body. There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and several Myridian cavalrymen were smashed into meat pies by stone bullets in front of Talmadge. Blood mixed with minced meat splashed all over the face of the astonished Talmadge.

Protect your lord! The Myrdian cavalry swarmed in and guarded Talmadge, and a row of shield soldiers immediately formed a shield wall.

"I can't die yet! What are you doing!" Talmadge's body on the horse trembled slightly. Five fingers sank deeply into the flesh due to excitement. Pushing away the shield wall in front of him, his eyes swept across the opposite slope with hateful eyes.

Although the stone bullet did not hit him, Talmadzi felt far more humiliated than it did. This was a naked provocation, and it was like giving himself a loud slap in the face in front of the entire army. , this is a permanent stain on his own glory. Even if he wins, even if he kills all the Wikiyans on the opposite side, he will definitely be the laughing stock of the entire continent!

"What a pity!" On the trebuchet on the top of the mountain, Dylan Skuse stomped his feet regretfully, just shy of smashing General Yin Erdian into meat pie. He completely ignored the horrified looks in the eyes of the other trebuchet operators, and advised Mi It's completely a myth to hit someone within a meter range.

"Sir, please teach us!" The trebuchet operators gathered around excitedly, admiring the new mad commander.

Catapult operators are also human beings, and they also hope to perform meritorious service on the battlefield. The Samor Army is a place that pays attention to military exploits. Want to make a fortune? Go to war! Want to acquire land? Go to war! Want to gain glory? Go to war! Want to win the favor of the old father of your beloved girl? Go to war!

Just like what Samor said in the recruitment propaganda. As a soldier, there are two possibilities: one is to be injured and perform meritorious service; the other is to be not injured and to perform meritorious service.

If you have not been injured and made meritorious service, you have made money. If you have been injured and made meritorious service, there are two possibilities: one is that you can be cured, and the other is that you cannot be cured. There is nothing to be afraid of if you can be cured, you have already made money, and you may soon have land.

If you cannot be cured, there are two possibilities: one is death; the other is not death. There is nothing to be afraid of if you are not dead. Your life is guaranteed, you have a pension, and you can be a small village chief or something. What are you afraid of? If you die    You are already dead, there is even less to be afraid of. Your family, the Samor army will be responsible!

If you have children, please let them be a "profitable" Samor soldier

Seeing that soldiers of other arms can get a lot of benefits every time they fight, these trebuchets are also jealous, but there is no way, they are not the main combat force of Samor, in the Samor army. They can only be regarded as an auxiliary branch of the army,

only show their faces when attacking the city, and most of them are still doing destructive things such as firing fuel bombs. In the fierce fire that can burn stones, all military merits are turned into ashes. Now seeing a big savior appear, they will naturally not let him go.